Appearance: Imagine a Centaur based on a stocky pony. Then add a sturdy beard and add antlers to the dwarf body at the front. Brown fur, beard and hair, 4'10'' with Grey eyes.

Weapons: Club with nails.

Fighting style: Well trained by his former warrior, mother and experience in banditry. Gets in close and uses his strength to overpower opponents.

Short Bio: The son of a hermit dwarf and an outcast centaurian warrior woman who met in the woods and fell in love, Thornback had a good and loving home but longed for the gradure of battle. His parents kept him hidden from the world in fear that the purgers would take his life but it was they who had chosen isolation while he had mearly been born into it. One day, he could bear it no longer and followed his father into town, but he was spotted by villagers and rumors quickly spread of a Cross Race living in the area. The description instantly lead authorities to Thornback's parents but they made sure he escaped to the forest before their arrival. Thornback spied as the Purgers searched his family home for signs that the two had raised a child... They found them and Thornback watched in horrow as the Purger Lieutenant ran his father through with a sword. Thornback screamed as they closed in on his mother and it was enough of a distraction for her to escape with speed but quickly drew the attention to himself. He raced for a lake he knew well and swam to escape their persuit, suffering a shallow arrow to his flanks as he continued to cross the lake. Since then, Thornback has survived on the fringes of societies, stealing food and necessities because his form was too obvious to be hidden by mere clothing. Now he works in a team of bandits, making attacks of opportunity on travellers but holding dear to him the dream of freely walking into a town one day and being accepted as he is rather than relying on his fellow bandits to take his money and buy things for him. Although, he is not the only Crossrace among the bandits...

Other: Can carry a lightweight rider. Skilled in fighting, survival, tracking and woodcraft. Difficulty climbing, understanding value, trading, hiding appearance as a Crossrace. Searching for the legendary Valley of the Crossraces.

Appearance:Slim but curved feminine body. Quite tall (about 180 cm ? or 5' 10" ?). Warm black drow skin. Slightly lighter blood red, short hair with straight bangs. Reaching her mouth at the front, cut up to eye height at the back. Middle length elf ears, about 8 cm long totally.Clothes in layers, from inner to outer:Hipster-/hotpants-like pure white panties/shorts, breasts bound in by a simple white cloth, also has her legs covered in bandages, from the middle of her feet up to the top part of her thighs, and also her arms, from her wrists to the middle of her overarms.Gilded armor, around neck, shoulders, top of her underarms, chest protector down past plexus, side protectors from above bellybutton height, down to her upper thighs, front of her calves, from right under her knees, going down over her ankles.Wears a large piece of white cloth loosely around her bottom and thighs. She also wears white cloth on her underarms all down to her hands, and over the top of her chest around her back.She also keeps with her a white cloak that can cover her entirely from her neck down to the ground, with a hood.Basic form:http://lone-momo.deviantart.com/art/Lazuli-111626258

Weapons: Curved sable sword, and a long spear. (slightly simpler than in the picture, without the ridiculous half moons on the side. More throw-friendly.)Fighting style: Close range (except when she just throws her spear to finish off enemies from afar), usually opens using her spear and various high aimed kicks, later to draw her sword for traditional swordfighting.

Short Bio: When Ruby was first thought of, it was in the earlier years of the purging, and rumors of how unbelievably bad it was, had yet to reach far out into the desert where her family had settled. Her mother and father were both warriors and trained their daughter from her early years in their arts, partly for her to protect herself if it should ever be necessary. Her family avoided discovery until Ruby was 17. Because the villagers ran to warn them when the authorities came for them, Ruby managed to escape. When Ruby came back a few days later, when she was sure the authorities had given up looking for her, and assumed she was long gone, she learned from the villagers that her parents had been killed.She took her mother’s armor and sword, and her father’s spear, and left her home to seek a new life.

Appearance:Tall, thin with the slightly tanned complexion and just past shoulder length, light brown hair typical of the waste dwelling tribes (from her human mother). Her face though gives away her mixed heritage bright blue eyes (different to the brown of the waste-folk), small nose and mouth of the Nymphs.

She wears a leather vest the bottom of which has a diagonal cut, the left side is of normal length, but the right side is only half that length. Her leather skirt is cut in a similar fashion, right side mid-calf, left side just below her knee. Her leather boots are just short of knee high.

Falcon is an anim-morph (from her father), meaning she can shift into an animal form at will, but only to one she knows (limiting her to waste creatures).

Weapons & Fighting style: None. Whilst she prefers to run and hide when backed into a corner she will shift and fight as a wolf or cat.

Short Bio: The offspring of a human female and curious male Nymph she was bought up as part of a small village in the wastelands until the age of 8 when much of her metamorphic powers began to manifest uncontrolled, this resulted in her being branded possessed by demons and accused of any hardship that befell the village. Eventually the villagers decided to purge the curse from their village and kill the demon-child. Falcons mother was killed trying to protect her from the mob whilst Falcon herself escaped into the wastelands.

For fifteen years that is where she grew up, avoiding human contact as much as possible. One day she was attacked and badly injured by the large car she was hunting. Luckily for her she was not the only one hunting it and she was found by hunters from near-by village. They took her back wher her wounds were treated and she was given the clothes she now wears. By this time however she was much more a feral creature in behaviour than human-being. Again mistaken as possessed (this time due to her behaviour) the villages kept her there whilst, unlike where she was born, they tried to exorcise the evil spirits rather than kill her. A month after she was found the village was attacked by bandits, the leader of which recognised her as a cross-bread and is now keeping her prisoner in order to sell to the Inquisition for a large reward.

Name: Healer Toof Races: Goblin/Dragon Age: 35Gender: Male

Appearance:Toof appears just like a normal goblin, 3 feet tall, green skin, well muscled, he is bald except for a long "tail" of silver grey hair that starts in the middle of his head. He has dark, lizard like, eyes usually the only visible part of his draconian heritage. A number of Goblin tattoos cover his upper torso.

Being part dragon Toof has inherited a small amount of their shape-shifting abilities and as a result can shift his appearance into a slightly more dragon like form, growing wings, claws and a tail.

He wears rough leather trousers held up with a belt, he has a necklace made of various stones, shells and animals teeth, some of which are engraved with runes and a pair of leather bracers decorated with feathers.

Weapons & Fighting style: A simple staff, decorated with various feathers and runic markings. (Goblin) Runic Magic. Runic Magic comes from the carving or marking of runes on an object in order to empower it with magic once the runes are "activated" so is the magic. Toof will only use his magic or staff in self defence or the defence of others.

Short Bio: To be filled in later... But in general - was one of the tribal elders, but left when he heard half-breads were being hunted down in order to protect his village.

Appearance: Appears as a human with dark, coppery skin, flaming red hair, and dull amber eyes. Typically wears a wide-brimmed straw hat, a grey longcoat, and sandals. Weapons: Canesword. Also carries several wands with various effects (a couple for healing, a couple for protection spells, and a few with specialized uses, also has a few for direct attack magic).

Fighting style: Possesses some basic fencing skill, although most of his combat experience deals with improvising with the scenery, finding some cover, and blasting the opposition with a magical attack.

Short Bio: Unlike most Crossraces, Antipathy was not born through the physical union of two species, but was rather born to human parents who were possessed by two different spiritual beings (his grandparents also had an inhabiting spirit). This coupling brought forth a human child inhabited by a hybrid of these spirits. He was raised by the Blackwood Craft Guild, becoming one of the most highly talented and respected artificers of the Guild. Unfortunately, the Guild became involved in numerous conspiracies, which led to their dismantling by the government. Antipathy managed to avoid arrest and became a rogue.

Other: Expert craftsman, specializing in metalworking, stonemasonry, and gemcutting. Adept at crafting advanced mechanical devices and magical items. His elemental heritage grants him the ability to imbue items with magical power, generally with an elemental theme on earth, wind, or fire.

Appearance: 6'2", Drogaen looks like a large Drow, with extremely muscular legs, who's hair is fire * has long hair that does go down his neck like the mane of a horse*, skin is jet black, and who's a eyes are a mix of red and yellow. He often wears a fire proof hooded robe, to help conceal his identity.

Weapons: None.

Fighting style: Hand to hand/martial arts, with a stronger focus on kicks and legwork, but is still very capable with the rest of his body.

Short Bio: For some unknown reason Drogaen was not born with the body of a centaur but of a normal Black skinned elf. His mother was a strong monk who taught him in the ways of hand to hand combat, from disarming an opponent to shattering bones, but she always emphasized that one mustn't kill their opposition unless necessary. Often confused for a Drow/fire elemental Drogaen is actually the product of a Nightmare, and a Wild Elf. He often used this to his advantage in hidden foot races, throughout his youth to support his mother in her poverty, until she was executed for harboring a half breed. Since that time he's been wandering looking for the great valley, which his mother spoke of often, where he can seek refuge, since of his fiery hair is a dead give away of his less than pure blood, and cannot simply blend into society.

Other: Drogaen leaves fire in his footsteps. When excited, such as in combat or sprinting, his exhales are smokey, creating a small smoke screen *if standing in the same area* He is able to run as fast as any full sized Nightmare. He can change the temperature of the fire on his body at will. He can create and extinguish fire on his hands and feet at will.

Changed myh mind on my character.. edited her in above, but here's the details to prevent scrolling...

Name: FalconRaces: Human/NymphAge: 24Gender: Female

Appearance:Tall, thin with the slightly tanned complexion and just past shoulder length, light brown hair typical of the waste dwelling tribes (from her human mother). Her face though gives away her mixed heritage bright blue eyes (different to the brown of the waste-folk), small nose and mouth of the Nymphs.

She wears a leather vest the bottom of which has a diagonal cut, the left side is of normal length, but the right side is only half that length. Her leather skirt is cut in a similar fashion, right side mid-calf, left side just below her knee. She has no boots or shoes.

Falcon is an anim-morph (from her father), meaning she can shift into an animal form at will, but only to one she knows (limiting her to waste creatures).

Weapons & Fighting style: None. Whilst she prefers to run and hide when backed into a corner she will shift and fight as a wolf or cat.

Short Bio: The offspring of a human female and curious male Nymph she was bought up as part of a small village in the wastelands until the age of 8 when much of her metamorphic powers began to manifest uncontrolled, this resulted in her being branded possessed by demons and accused of any hardship that befell the village. Eventually the villagers decided to purge the curse from their village and kill the demon-child. Falcons mother was killed trying to protect her from the mob whilst Falcon herself escaped into the wastelands.

For fifteen years that is where she grew up, avoiding human contact as much as possible. One day she was attacked and badly injured by the large car she was hunting. Luckily for her she was not the only one hunting it and she was found by hunters from near-by village. They took her back wher her wounds were treated and she was given the clothes she now wears. By this time however she was much more a feral creature in behaviour than human-being. Again mistaken as possessed (this time due to her behaviour) the villages kept her there whilst, unlike where she was born, they tried to exorcise the evil spirits rather than kill her. A month after she was found the village was attacked by bandits, the leader of which recognised her as a cross-bread and is now keeping her prisoner in order to sell to the Inquisition for a large reward.

Other/Notes: Due to her wild upbringing, Falcon is more at home with animals than humans. Whilst she has a basic grasp of language she still uses growls and other sounds to communicate. Clothes are another issues, whilst she wears those the villagers gave her she is very uncomfortable in them as she is not used to wearing them.